Desperate Lovers

Chapter 366 Was Her Brother Calling?

With a myriad of thoughts in her mind, Angela was about to reach the phone when the ring stopped.

Angela shot a glance at the bathroom. His figure was reflected on the frosted glass. It seemed that it

would take a while before he came out.

There should be enough time for her to check his phone if she wanted to.

In spite of his caution, perhaps the chat history between the netter resulting in her mom's death

indirectly remained in his phone.

If not, if not, she could barely convince herself that her mom's suicide was not related to him.

Angela licked her lips and bent to get the phone.

Within an inch of touching the phone, she perceived the sound of running water stopped abruptly.

With a jolt in her heart, she shrank her hand immediately, sat straight up, and then cast a quick glimpse

at the bathroom with a pounding heart.

James didn't come out and after a while, the water sounded again.

Angela's back, palms, and forehead were covered with sweat. She continued to watch until she made

sure that he wouldn't come out for the moment. Then she bent to get the phone.

Yet again, when she was about to reach it, she took her hands back.

He put the phone in such a noticeable place while showering, obviously, he was off guard ... Suddenly,

she didn't feel like checking it.

At this point, the phone started ringing out of blue.

Angela thought it might be his workmate calling James, so she answered it directly after two rings

without seeing the caller ID.

"Sorry. James is taking a bath. You can leave a message if you have something to tell him, and if it's

inconvenient for you to do so, you could also ...."

"Angela, it's me!" Greyson's thrilled voice came out from the cellphone.

Angela, "..."

She moved the phone away to check the calling number. It was indeed his brother's number.

Didn't her brother and James detest each other? Why did he call James abruptly and even sounded

cheerful?

"Angela? Angela, are you hearing?"

The shout of Greyson sounded through the phone, and Angela collected herself, "Well, I'm listening."

Greyson was in a good mood, with every last syllable of his sentences in a rising intonation. "I have

something to talk with James. Pass the phone to him!"

"He is showering," Angela said.

Greyson raised his voice, "You have a child already. Why do you mind seeing him naked? Hurry and

give the phone to him. I have something to say to him!"

He ended his remarks with two loud guffaws as if he was possessed by the devil.

Angela, "..."

Was her brother bewitched? Had it happened once that he met James without being anxious to pick a

fight with him?

But under the continuous push of Greyson, Angela had to stand up and walk towards the bathroom. On

the halfway, the door of the bathroom opened, and inside walked out James.

He was in a dark blue bathrobe, his hair still wet, dripping water downward. With the bathrobe untied,

drops of water fell on his muscular chest before sliding down.

Sexy, yet stoical.

With her eyes fixed on him, Angela was stunned for a second before looking away, and then she

handed the phone to him. "It's my brother, and he said he had something important to say."

James showed his hand to her, indicating it's too wet to hold the phone. However, she mistook his

intention so that she took the towel to dry his hand, gave him the cellphone, and went on dry his hair

with the towel on tiptoe.

Skin to skin, her heat passed to him through clothing, making him fidgeted.

James looked down at her, and under her curve eyelashes were her cheeks dyed with crimson. The

rose petal-like lips seemed to send him a silent invitation.

He swallowed hard and bent his head slowly.

"James, I have been talking all the way. Did you hear me? Are you dumb?" Greyson asked in an

impatient voice through the phone.

He spoke loudly, and hearing that, Angela looked up at James.

Why did his ears turning a bit red?

James straightened himself up and switched the phone to the loudspeaker mode. "Angela said she ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

didn't quite catch you. Please say it once more."

Angela, "..."

Her right arm around his neck pressed down slightly, for she felt a bit tired on tiptoe.

With a faint laugh, James held the cellphone in one hand and used the other to hold her waist before

lifting her onto the bed. She grew one head taller than him standing on the bed, so she hadn't to be so

exhausted to stand on tiptoe to dry his hair.

"Angela didn't catch me?" Greyson took it seriously and restated it joyfully. "I spread out the news that

some biopharmaceutical companies have developed two new drugs as James told me to."

Angela got puzzled for the moment, "They have developed two new drugs? Against what? Why haven't

I ...."

She tumbled to it, "Fake news?"

James had said he would set Jessica up.

"Yes!" Greyson got psyched. "James asked me to spread the fake news and told two company

managers as well as an old client of the Chante Group to pretend to slip it out to Jessica or someone

close to her.

"Haha! Sure enough, Jessica confirmed the news from the very people. Now she really believes that

the Chante Group has developed two new drugs!"

Angela merely said, "H'm", and trying to figure out inwardly why James had done this.

"James Harvey," Greyson continued, "Director Lau let me ask you if there's anything else to do since

he has faked the broken cash flow of his company?"

"No. Tell him to wait for Jessica to go to him, and then sell his shares to her."

"OK, I'll tell him as soon as I ring off!" Greyson replied before he added especially, "James, I'm not

admiring you. I just feel happy that the plan is going on well!"

James replied, "H'm", and instructed him with a few more words before hanging up.

After drying his hair, Angela lay back on the bed, took out her cellphone, and opened the dialogue box

in which she chatted with Greyson.

"Brother, you found the chat history in mom's handphone and asked a hacker to find out the netter,

didn't you? Where's that guy? I want to see him."

After typing, her finger hung over the send button. Eventually, she failed to press down and deleted the

words one by one.

James and Luna, neither did she want to doubt.

The next day, police came to took Cleo for an interview, and then released an announcement.

At least, the announcement could prove the Chante family was not snobbish and they hadn't been

harsh to the servants. But the police's announcement had barely squeezed on the trends and got

removed soon after.

On the contrary, the four topics, including #Jessica suicide, #Jessica kneeling, #Mrs. Chante slashing

her wrists and #Lorenzo in hospital out of fury, trended in the top ten in a sudden, with much more

vigorous abuse among netizens.

The stock of the Chante Group hit its record low, leading some investors to sell off.

After glancing over briefly, Angela closed it.

"Recently, the Chante Group will be commented negatively on the internet, so don't read the news."

James took his coat from the hanger and put it on the crook of his arm.

Angela frowned slightly and decided to speak out her concern, "It's the most frightening thing for a

company to have negative news. The public may remember a piece of negative news for some ten

years. The Chante Group ...."